Chapter 14 - THE HUNT IN THE FOG
By midnight, a thick, cold fog rolled over the Atlantic Ocean, shrouding the Boston docks in eerie gloom. An abandoned brick warehouse at Pier 42 stood silent, its rusted iron doors half-open against the crashing waves.
Four tactical SUVs pulled up silently to the perimeter, their lights extinguished. Julian and Evelyn stepped out, both wearing tactical jackets over their black clothing, while Marcus led a team of eight former Navy SEAL operatives into the darkness.
"Julian, be careful," Evelyn whispered, checking the small sidearm tucked into her holster. "The Falcon Syndicate doesn't operate like Sterling. They don't want money—they want total control of the Atlantic shipping routes."
"They picked the wrong family to target," Julian replied coldly, checking his weapon's magazine.
They moved silently through the shadowy warehouse, their night-vision goggles illuminating stacks of dusty wooden crates and shipping containers. In the center of the vast space sat a high-tech communications console beaming satellite data to an offshore vessel.
A tall man in a dark tailored coat stood by the console, smoking a fine cigar as he watched the tactical team approach on a thermal display monitor. He turned around slowly, showing no fear whatsoever.
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"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Vance," the man said with a smooth European accent. "I see you brought your private army."
"Where is the master controller?" Evelyn demanded, stepping forward with her weapon raised. "Where is the person who ordered my abduction five years ago?"
